The sun never sets rose

Little Rose died and was buried under the sea.

This is the first message Elizabeth received.

She had no time to be sad, and immediately convened a meeting of the Privy Council to take action on the fire friction incident between Britain and the West on the high seas. Afterwards, she met with the Spanish ambassador, and she was relieved only after she found out all the reasons for the incident.

The official statement is that the Spanish merchant ship mistakenly thought that it had encountered pirates and had to open fire for safety, but who knows whether it was intentional or not?They have hated England for a long time.

But as long as this incident does not trigger a war, everything is fine.

After worrying about the relationship between the two countries, Elizabeth had time to calm down and digest the fact that Jiang Xinyan was buried at the bottom of the sea.

She became depressed and depressed.

She didn't eat for three days, shut herself in the bedroom, and didn't see anyone. When she walked out of the dark little world on the fourth day, she seemed to have aged ten years, and there was no smile on her face anymore.

For months on end, she was short-tempered and moody.

Until one day, Walsingham said a word to her.

"Your Majesty, maybe Miss Jiang just returned to the future world she talked about."

On the castle terrace, Elizabeth held Jiang Xinyan's portrait in a daze, her fingertips gently brushing the delicate and fair face on the painting, with a foolish smile in her eyes.

This sentence made her stop touching.

Walsingham stood behind her, paralyzed as always.

"The future world..." Sighed softly, narrowed his eyes, staring at the winding wilderness in the distance.

It was so far away from her, separated by more than 400 years.

"She once said, I am her history."

"So you have to cheer up and finish writing your 'history'."

"yes……"

There were several black steeds running in the field. She seemed to see Little Rose, who had just started to learn how to ride a horse. She was trembling with fright, and her movements were stiff and clumsy, and she rode the horse towards her.

"I am the Queen of England, and I have become one with this country." She raised her hand to wipe away the tears, calmed down her facial expressions, and turned around slowly. With her deep gray eyes sharp as usual, she extended her hand to him with a smile.

Worthingham got down on one knee and kissed her fingertips reverently.

"God save my king."

On September 1561, 9, Elizabeth's 7th birthday night, she asked Kate-Ashley to cut off her proud reddish-brown hair - which was once the greatest genetic evidence of her being the daughter of Henry VIII .

Then, she put on a wig, smeared thick powder, hid her face and heart, and began to write a piece of "history" that belonged to her.

……

XNUM X Year X NUM X Month.

Queen Mary Stuart of Scots and Lord Durnley of England held a grand Catholic wedding in Edinburgh, announcing their union. In December of the same year, news of her pregnancy reached England.

The Privy Council launched a new round of marriage urging bombing against her queen. Forced to do so, Elizabeth used her usual trick-pretending to choose a fiancé, but actually delaying time.

In June 1566, Queen Mary gave birth to a son named James Stuart.

The issue of heirs is on the agenda again.

In February 1567, Lord Durnley was murdered to death. In April, Queen Mary married her third husband, the Earl of Boswell, a favorite, which aroused people's speculation that she "killed her husband and put her lover in power". , the Scottish nobles thought she was "dissolute and depraved", launched an uprising in May, put her under house arrest, and the earl fled to Denmark.

In July 1567, Queen Mary was forced to sign an edict of abdication, and the Parliament announced that the throne would be inherited by Prince James, with his uncle, the Earl of Murray, as Regent.

In May 1568, Mary fled to England, seeking the help of her cousin, Queen Elizabeth.

"Your Majesty, this is a hot potato, you must not take care of her mess!"

Elizabeth, who was 35 years old at the time, had a few fine lines around her eyes. She adorned herself with gorgeous and complicated dresses and dazzling and luxurious jewelry, but her real face was hidden in thick makeup, only her gloomy and cold eyes From time to time, his gray-blue eyes revealed a sophisticated aura of the city.

At this time, everything in England is on the right track and is flourishing in peace and stability. In contrast, Scotland next door is divided and chaotic.

She sat on the throne, sipped fine wine, glanced lazily at the ministers with different roles below, and said unhurriedly: "The power of the king is granted by God, no one can take off Mary's crown, the courage of the Scottish nobles It's pretty big."

He said this like a melon-eating passer-by watching a play.

"They said she was a slut, conspired with her lover to kill her husband, turned her face and married her lover, and now it's her own fault."

"Even if she abdicates, she is still your threat."

"The Catholic forces will not give up letting her replace you..."

The bottom exploded, and now the Privy Council has undergone several cleansing and blood changes, and it is already an advisory body that completely obeys Elizabeth's orders and is loyal to her, and is all composed of Protestants.

Elizabeth quietly listened to their quarrel, and at the end, she mumbled a sentence: "I don't intend to let her go, but I can't judge her guilty either."

On the one hand, there are personal feelings, on the other hand, political interests.

Little Rose's face could not help appearing in her mind. She lowered her eyes and stared at the scarlet wine in the glass, as if she heard her back molars clenching and trembling.

She hated Mary Stuart...

But due to political considerations, this matter is very difficult, and any substantive decision she makes will involve her whole body. As Cecil said, Mary is a hot potato, and no one wants to take it.

"I'm going to let her sit through the prison."

"??"

Elizabeth inadvertently winked at Cecil, turned her gaze, and said quietly: "From now on, Mary-Stuart will be imprisoned in Sheffield Manor, under the watchful eye of Earl Rusley and his wife, but she can still Free activities, such as meeting guests, hunting, traveling, etc.

"His Majesty?!"

Everyone thinks that the queen is confused by drinking too much, how can she let her political opponents live freely in the country? ?

They all turned their attention to Cecil, knowing that he hated Catholicism and was favored by the queen, and they expected him to persuade him again.But Cecil, who was still emotional just now, suddenly fell silent.

He glanced at Worthingham, then at the Queen, and was silent.

Sure enough, after the meeting, the two of them were left behind.

"Twenty years is enough for her to toss about. Do you understand what I mean?" Elizabeth shook her wine glass lightly, raised her eyebrows, and a weird smile appeared on her lips.

The two looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

...

In 1575, Elizabeth was 42 years old.

Many wrinkles appeared on her face, and the face hidden under the makeup was getting old day by day. People around her passed away one after another, first her cousin Mrs. Norris, and then her closest Mrs. Ashley. She felt that more and more lonely.

The royal power is stable, England begins to become rich, and the country is prosperous and stable. Elizabeth is more and more inclined to "regardless of background" in employing people. Anyone who can bring benefits to the national government and herself can enter the country. Court service.

Even sometimes, non-radical Catholics can.

It's just that the contradiction between England and Spain is becoming increasingly acute, and at the same time there is a Mary Stuart who keeps making troubles.

She is often too busy to miss Little Rose.

But that face was still clear in her memory.

There are many portraits of Little Rose piled up in the study. When she feels that she is about to forget that face, she will sit down and draw one, and then find that she has not forgotten.

If Little Rose is still here, she should be as old as her.

At this age, it is no longer suitable for childbearing. When everyone thought that the queen would no longer consider marriage, she suddenly showed interest in the French prince again.

But soon, those who knew her understood that this was another play.

At the same time, France on the other side of the strait fell into a religious civil war that lasted more than ten years. As Little Rose said, in order to seek reconciliation, Medici did not hesitate to marry his daughter, Princess Marguerite, to Navaro of the Bourbon family. Pull the king.

The prophecies written by those little roses were fulfilled one after another.

For example, after she promised not to participate in the French Civil War, she watched Spain's intervention with an apprehensive attitude. She really saw a farce and was glad that she did not suffer from smallpox.

"Xinyan, I miss you..."

Holding the portrait, she muttered to herself.

In 1587, Elizabeth was 54 years old.

Under her mercantilist policy, England's national power grew stronger and stronger, its culture and economy reached unprecedented prosperity, and it entered the peak period of the "Golden Age".

Over the past few years, various overseas trading companies have been successively established, extending south to Africa. There are "Guinea Company" and "Morocco Company", which specialize in black slave trade. Fante Company", she invested [-] pounds in it as a share, and made a lot of money.

Based on this, the relationship between England and Spain is so tense that it can fight at any time, and the war is imminent.

But before that, she first has to solve a problem.

In the past 20 years, Mary Stuart has constantly caused her troubles. She has always expressed her innocence and tolerance, and she has sung enough bad faces. Now, it is the turn of her two humerus ministers to sing|red faces.

"Have you collected enough evidence?"

Elizabeth stood in front of the study window, staring at the Thames River habitually, but she could no longer stand for hours at a time like she did when she was young. At this moment, it was time to sit down and rest.

The movement of turning around was a bit slow, and the powder on her face was spilled from the wrinkles. She sat down at the desk, her eyes fell on the portrait of Little Rose, looking at that still young and vivid face, her eyes softened involuntarily.

Leaning on crutches, Walsinghan stepped forward and handed her a stack of letters: "It's all here, Your Majesty."

He is also old, his face is no longer wrinkled with facial paralysis, his body is bent and weak, and he needs the help of crutches to walk.

"Sit down, don't let me nag you all the time."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Trembling, he walked to the side and sat down, panting, quietly waiting for the queen to speak.

Over the years, he has made great achievements in diplomacy and intelligence. While worrying about the Queen's marriage, he also manages trade. He has become the most favored minister of state in the Privy Council. I took several official errands, and I never tire of it.

The family is also very happy and happy. Eleanor gave birth to three daughters and two sons. The eldest daughter died young and the second daughter is married. He just became a grandfather this month.

"When will your granddaughter be baptized?" While reading the letter, he suddenly asked something irrelevant.

"Uh, next Tuesday."

"Did you take a name?"

"Not yet..." Walsinghan hesitated for a while, then continued, "I want to name her Elizabeth and let you be her godmother."

"Yes." She paused with her fingertips, and she nodded.

Then she raised the letter in her hand and raised her eyes: "Submit all to the trial court. I will be absent from the Privy Council meeting tomorrow, and William will lead you to 'make a fuss', as long as you cooperate."

"Yes."

The so-called "making a fuss" means that Cecil took the lead and "forced" the queen to sign Mary Stuart's death sentence-this is the obvious result of the trial, after waiting for 20 years.

Walsingham also heaved a sigh of relief, he finally helped the Queen get rid of this thorn in her side.

On February 2, the day after Elizabeth "had to" sign the judgment, Mary Stuart was beheaded. She received the death penalty for "conspiring to overthrow Elizabeth".

The 44-year-old Mary, although she still has a charming face, her body is fat and out of shape, bloated, suffering from rheumatism, she walks unsteadily and needs to be supported by others.

She was dressed in red, and as a Catholic martyr, she walked onto the guillotine calmly and calmly, but the executioner made a mistake. One ax went down and hit her on the back of the head. The second time the neck was not broken, and the third time the whole head was chopped off. down.

The incident reached Elizabeth's ears.

A knowing smile finally appeared on that gloomy face.

"You deserve it, Mary..."

Elizabeth imagined herself as an executioner, and she felt a sense of comfort in her heart, and then she talked to herself all day long in front of the portrait of Little Rose.

XNUM X Year X NUM X Month.

The British-Spanish naval battle is imminent.

Facing the battle that was coming sooner or later, Elizabeth did not panic in the slightest, and ordered her naval officials to start operations in an orderly manner, appointing Lord Howard as the commander-in-chief and Drake as the deputy commander, and then she decided to go on the expedition herself.

In June, the "Invincible Fleet" consisting of 6 tall and mighty warships set off from the port of Spain.

The whole of England is in a state of preparation.

The 55-year-old Elizabeth is still in good health and full of energy. Wearing silver armor, she turned over and stepped on her horse. She came before the army with majesty and extraordinary demeanor, and delivered an exciting pre-war speech.

"My dear soldiers, I have been advised by those who care for my safety to be more careful in how I deal with the army in case of rebellion, but I assure you that I will never have any mistrust of my loyal people , only a tyrant can fear and have such doubts."

……

"As you can see today, I came among you not for distraction and entertainment, but determined to live and die with you at the most critical moment, to share adversity, for God, for my kingdom, and for my subjects. "

……

"Although I am a woman, my body is weak, but I have the broad mind and courage of a king, the courage of a king of England, and I will never shrink back in the face of foreign aggression. I will take up arms and lead myself. We may fail, but We will never fear!"

As soon as the words fell, the [-] soldiers who were waiting in full battle were all in high spirits and cheered passionately, and the applause lasted for a long time.

"God bless Her Majesty!"

In July, the "Armada" sailed into Cape Lizard.

Inside the camp, several naval officials sat together to discuss strategies.

"Although we have a large number of ships, they are concentrated in a hurry. Most of them are small and useless merchant ships, and the Spanish ships have a great advantage in tonnage. If we are close to the ship, we have no advantage."

"Who says boats are useless?"

"Of course it's useless. You can't even install cannons. The Spanish ships are equipped with cannons!"

"Hey, can you stop growing other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige?"

The good meeting became a mess, and Elizabeth listened to their quarrel without making a sound, just frowning thoughtfully.

Drake, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "We can change the way of naval warfare, adopt guerrilla warfare, and take advantage of firepower and speed. Although our ship is small, it is very flexible. Do you know the confrontation between elephants and mice?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the queen.

These words sounded too familiar. Elizabeth met his gaze, panicked in her eyes, quickly looked away, got up, and walked out of the tent.

Walsinghan hurriedly chased him out...

"Your Majesty, are you alright?"

The night breeze was slightly cool, messing up the wig on Elizabeth's head, and also blowing off the thicker makeup on her face, her thin and lonely back seemed to be trembling.

There was once a girl who said the same thing as Drake.

It turned out that she had never forgotten that delicate and white face, those clear and bright black eyes, as if she stood here yesterday, watching the fleet leave.

"fine."

She took a deep breath, wiped away the tears that were about to fall from the corners of her eyes, and gently covered her chest, it hurt so much.

After a long while, she turned around and pulled out an ugly smile: "It's windy, go back."

People are still the same people, just getting older.

On July 7, the British army used guerrilla warfare and fire attacks to beat the cumbersome and slow "Invincible Fleet" helplessly. In the chaos, the Spaniards cut off the anchor cables between the ships, causing It could not be fixed, and the largest warship was trapped in the port of Calais because it lost its rudder.

On July 7, Lord Howard ordered the encirclement of the "Invincible Fleet". The desperate Spanish commander-in-chief had to lead his terrified subordinates to start an eight-hour water melee with the British army.

In the end, because the British army ran out of ammunition and the wind changed, the Spanish fleet was able to escape the fate of the entire army.

In September, after experiencing storms, hidden reefs, disease and hunger, the distraught Spanish fleet finally returned to the country, leaving only half of the broken ships.

The once mighty "Invincible Fleet" was defeated, and Spain has since lost its status as "sea supremacy", replaced by England.

In 1590, Elizabeth was 57 years old.

Her impression to the public is: an amiable queen.

She often shows her face among the people, taking advantage of the opportunities of parade and court relocation, to show her approachable side in front of her subjects as much as possible, which is her usual way of winning people's hearts.

As the national pride of defeating Spain grew, Elizabeth suddenly felt an emptiness never felt before. The two greatest enemies in her life, Mary Stuart and Philip II, were no longer a threat to her. After the days of being cautious and cautious in the past, she felt a little uncomfortable.

As a result, she became obsessed with drama and spent money like water.

There was a young man named William Shakespeare. The script he wrote was particularly appealing to her, and he was immediately admitted to the top theater troupe in London, becoming an actor and playwright blessed by the royal family.

The same play, "Richard III", which she can watch several times without getting bored, tells the story of the king, her grandmother's uncle, who was defeated by her grandfather in the "War of the Roses", thus creating the Tudor dynasty .

She likes to watch works like "Winners and losers".

However, many entertainment activities can't relieve her inner loneliness.

She began to tease the maid beside her again.

"Come on, you dance "Volt" with her."

In the Whitehall, Elizabeth took the young maid, stood in front of another girl, held their hands, and forced them to dance.

"Your Majesty..." The little girl was very embarrassed, and begged wrongedly: "I'm not very good at it, can I not dance..."

"Are you disobeying my order?" The voice turned cold, with a straight face.

"No... I'll jump..."

The music sounded, familiar dance music, and Elizabeth sat on the throne, watching them stepping on the beat with great interest, and a hazy white light seemed to seep out from the bottom of her eyes, through which she saw some scenes in her memory.

At that time, she danced with Little Rose, and the timid girl was so nervous that her palms were sweating.

It was Christmas night and she kissed her.

"Ouch……"

The two little maids accidentally fell to the ground, and the music was forced to stop.

The scene before Elizabeth's eyes suddenly disappeared, and Little Rose disappeared. The moment of panic when she raised her eyes was only a few seconds, she stood up with a sullen face, without saying a word.

Everyone looked at her nervously.

However, she just turned around slowly and walked towards the side door. When she left, she left a vague sentence:

"She didn't fall when she danced."

In April, Walsingham became seriously ill and was dying.

After Elizabeth received the news, she rushed over in a hurry.

The old man in his sixties was lying on the bed at home with a gray beard and wrinkled face, enduring constant pain in his head, stomach and back, but he refused to close his eyes and rest, even if he was struggling to breathe.

Seeing the queen, he suddenly regained some energy.

"Your Majesty...you're here..." He stretched out his hand, feeling like a silk.

Elizabeth quickly held his hand, tears in her eyes: "Are you going to leave me too?"

"In this life...I am honored to be loyal to you...now you are...a mature and wise king...you don't need me anymore..." He struggled to squeeze out a gratified smile, and he wanted to kiss her fingertips devoutly again , unfortunately can't do it.

A hot tear fell on his arm.

In front of him, she can cry without scruples, let those shit dignity go to hell!

"Can you kiss me..."

"it is good."

Elizabeth agreed without hesitation, leaned over and kissed his forehead, then stared at his weak and pale face, sobbing softly.

"Thank you Your Majesty...I'm so happy..."

Walsinghan looked at her, his lips twitched slightly, as if he still wanted to say something, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier, his breathing became difficult, and he felt that his consciousness was being stripped away bit by bit, and he could no longer control his limbs.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes...

Holding his hand, Elizabeth couldn't hold back anymore, and wept bitterly.

Her right hand, gone.

After a long time, Eleanor, who was hiding outside the door, came in quietly and handed her the letter in her hand: "Your Majesty, this is Fran's suicide note. He said that it must be handed over to you."

A face similar to myself, as old as myself.

Eleanor was a mother of four, a grandmother of two, and she, with nothing, was alone.

After receiving the suicide note, she began to read it carefully. The text was not long, but every sentence made her both surprised and helpless.

This is not a suicide note, it is clearly a love letter.

"Have you read it?" He raised the letter and asked.

Eleanor shook her head, curious: "What did you write?"

"Nothing... some trivial things..."

For some reason, Elizabeth heaved a sigh of relief. It's better to keep this kind of thing a secret, as it would hurt Eleanor if she said it. What's more, she had noticed it a long time ago, but she just selectively ignored it.

Then, she burned the suicide note.

In 1596, Drake and Hawkins died of illness during the expedition.

William Cecil died of illness in 1598.

In 1600, the "East India Company" was established.

In 1603, Elizabeth was 70 years old.

Her eyes are sunken, her face is long and thin, her eyelids are swollen, her teeth are yellow and uneven, she wears a red wig on her head, and her cheeks are covered with thick powder like a wall. She needs a long time of careful grooming every day. Transformed into the grace and luxury of a king.

These years, she lived very alone.

She often thinks of Little Rose and falls asleep holding the portrait, but because of her aging body, her memory is not as good as before, and she doesn't remember many things.

Her frail body could no longer support the heavy dress. During a meeting of the Privy Council, she shook uncontrollably the moment she stood up. If she hadn't been supported by a maid, she would have fallen to the ground.

Whenever she sees those young faces in the court, she can't help but think of the few years when she first took the throne, and then, a feeling of loneliness that is approaching the end will instantly engulf her.

Those who accompanied her along the way all left before her.

As Elizabeth's body became weaker and her spirit became more and more depressed, and she often couldn't stand up when she lay down, her ministers began to worry about the succession of the throne, but the answer was obvious.

Apart from her great-nephew, James, King of Scotland, there was no suitable heir to the English crown.

In mid-March, Elizabeth began to fall into a coma repeatedly...

She had many dreams, babbled in her dreams, and uttered a strange pronunciation that no one could understand—those who could understand were gone.

During her brief waking hours, the Secretary of State came to her bed, asking for instructions on the question of succession.

She did not answer.

"Is it His Majesty James?"

After a while, she nodded feebly.

The so-called "prophecy" that caused such a big misunderstanding was actually facilitated by herself, and she wrongly blamed Little Rose.

Tears of regret dripped from the corners of her eyes, and in the haze, she seemed to see Jiang Xinyan running towards her with a smile, and opened her arms for a hug.

"My heart... I know I was wrong..."

"forgive me…"

The hand tremblingly outstretched towards the air suddenly dropped, with a smile on the corner of her lips, she vaguely glimpsed a group of bright and dazzling light like fire, and then she gently closed her eyes.

On March 1603, 3, Elizabeth I died in Richmond Palace at the age of 24 and was buried in Westminster Abbey, known as the "Virgin Queen" in history.

The "Golden Age" of stability and prosperity came to an end, and England ushered in the turbulent Stuart dynasty.

2018, London, UK.

Jiang Xinyan woke up from the cold, opened his eyes in a daze, and found himself lying on his stomach on the ground, froze for a moment, and looked around...

Lamps, sofas, tables, isn't this...a school dormitory? !

"..."

There were various English materials spread out on the coffee table, the computer was still on, and there was a picture of a ring on the webpage. She got up and looked at it for a long time, and all the broken memories were suddenly connected...

England, Elizabeth, Hampton Court Palace...and, icy water.

瞥了眼电脑上的时间，2018年5月28日23：46。

Did she have a long dream?

"Cassie, why are you still awake..."

A figure came out from the next room, half-opened its sleepy eyes, and yawned.

This is her roommate, local girl Aria.

"Wow, you are still studying her, you really have the perseverance..." Aria glanced at the coffee table in a daze, and was terrified by the piles of materials, and shook her head helplessly.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on her hand, and something reflected light.

"what is this?"

Aria grabbed her hand and moved closer to her. Her attention was drawn to the quaint gold-copper ring, which was engraved with somewhat familiar patterns, namely a dragon and a lion.

What reflected light just now was the ruby ​​inlaid on the ring.

Jiang Xinyan's body was shocked, and he withdrew his hand abruptly, staring at this familiar ring, his nose sore, and tears welled up in his eyes...

It turned out that it was not a dream.